Fiona Hudson
Fiona Hudson’s cadetship at the Melbourne Herald Sun got off to a bad start in 1996 when she declined the beer offered by a hard-bitten police reporter and instead asked for a cup of Milo. She was banished to the features department until she toughened up, returning to the newsroom to cover the consumer and then medical rounds. After stints as the paper’s Sydney bureau chief and deputy chief-of-staff and city editor, the bosses shipped her off to London. She spent two years covering events in Europe for News Limited mastheads including the Daily Telegraph, Adelaide Advertiser and Courier Mail. As a foreign correspondent she drank Danish beer while in Copenhagen for the births of Princess Mary’s babies, and Turkish coffee while interviewing refugees from the war in Lebanon. On return to Melbourne in 2007 she was appointed assistant editor (news) of the Sunday Herald Sun, where her coverage of the court round won her the 2008 News Award for Specialist Writer of the Year. She is now a senior writer on the daily Herald Sun, where colleagues still insist on calling her “Milo”.
Articles by Fiona Hudson
Good golly, you don’t know how to use a brolly
AS the nation scorches, it’s time to confront a less obvious side-effect of the drought - brolly barbarians. It’s been…... Read more
How I tried - and failed - to hire a hitman
Any minute now an undercover policeman is sure to phone. You see, I’ve put word out I want to hire…... Read more
Are Victorian authorities fighting graffiti with graffiti?
TO a graffiti vandal, it’s the equivalent of a madman running through the Louvre with a knife at night slashing…... Read more
Hurt? Suing over it may hinder your road to recovery
IT’S so tempting to see misfortune as a money spinner. Slipped on a grape at the supermarket? Sue! Stressed out…... Read more
Beggars choosing creativity to beat the GFC
A SIMPLE message scrawled on scrounged cardboard used to be enough. Basic signs like “Hungry, please help” or “homeless –…... Read more
Minute details of parenting palmed off to Family Court
Somewhere in Victoria there’s a dad who faces a fine or possibly even jail should he put his son on…... Read more
Public transport whingers should pay twice as much
SQUASHED in a carriage like sardines, two bankers in striped suits bitched about a mutual client, then switched to moaning…... Read more
Full-cream fascists: just let me have milk in my coffee
Coffee snobbery is getting out of control. The other night my request for a dash of milk in a post-meal…... Read more
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marley says:
I'm one of the older ones, so I've certainly seen a few changes in my time. When I started school I learned to write with a nib pen, dipped in an inkwell (no, I'm not kidding). My mother became a dab hand at getting inkstains out of my clothes. Flicking ink at one another in the classroom was an essential… [read more]From: I’d rather have a piece of toast than listen to crap lyrics
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